"That doesn't seem…comfortable. Or safe! For him!"

Rangiku rolled her eyes and waved off the silly human, "Trust me, he'll love it."

"But what if I….suffocate him!" Orihime squeezed her shopping bags tight to her chest, genuine worry across her face.

"That's kind of the point, Hime! Guys love it." Rukia laughed, sliding more hangers down the rack.

The three women wandered through the boutique, catching up on some much needed girl time. And by 'girl time', that meant hounding the poor human on all the details of her sex life. (Does he let you touch his hole? How long can he go for? So how does that mask feel? Is he a natural blue?) Orihime blushed furiously just thinking about their questions! It had been a few months since her boyfriend had moved in with her and luckily his lust has died down some; she is finally able to sleep through the night.

Most nights. Some nights. Okay, a few nights.

She sighed, for as much sex as she's had with this insatiable Arrancar, she still gets embarrassed talking details. Such as what her girlfriends were currently suggesting. "So…do I ask first or…just.."

Both shinigami sighing, "You just sit on his face, Orihime."

+.+.+.+.+.+.

Later that evening, long after the shinigami women had gone back to the Soul Society, Orihime was pacing her small living room. Grimmjow would be back any minute now and she'd have to try this 'technique' Rangiku told her about. She was so nervous, but didn't really know why, he would surely like this, right?!

She adjusted her sweater, suddenly feeling too constricted. She heard keys in the door and froze mid-pace when she saw Grimmjow walk in, stomping snow off his boots. He was shaking out his unruly hair when he noticed Orihime, standing awkwardly, staring with wide eyes.

"What?" he barked.

"Nothing!" she squeaked, startled, fidgeting on her feet.

Laughing with his feral grin, "Then why are you just standing there? You look scared shitless," shrugging off his jacket.

"Oh uh haha," scratching her head, "me and the girls just saw a scary movie and it was still in my head and so I was worried you were the knife wielding serial killer and I wasn't sure how I'd defend myself but then it was just you and…" Orihime babbled, doing a terrible job of masking her nervousness. Shaking his head, Grimmjow walked up to his girlfriend, bending down to give her a kiss.

"You're stupid," he mumbled into her lips, before gripping her hips roughly. Predictably, things quickly turned aggressive and hungry. Stumbling out of shoes, sweaters yanked over heads, bumping into hallway walls, wet tongues trailing along necks.

"Wait…" she managed to get out between his attacks. She had steered them back to their bedroom, him already shirtless and working on his belt. He growled and leaned away an inch. He hated that word, but knew he had to respect it. He glowered down on her, making her clam up.

"What." he bit out.

"Lay…lay on the bed," pointing, trying to mask the tremor in her voice. "Please," added with a whisper. He raised an eyebrow, was she ordering him to do something? Commanding even? This was such a twist, he just had to play along. He flopped down in their bed, shoving annoying pillows out of the way, before grinning up at her. She blinked, she hadn't expected him to comply so easily. But now he was watching her so intently, clearly awaiting his next instruction. She fidgeted; there was no backing out now.

She had already lost her sweater, leaving just a thin camisole over her bra and skirt. She unzipped the skirt, achingly slow, just out of Grimmjow's reach before removing her top. Orihime was standing near the bed, in a lacy, sapphire blue lingerie set Rangiku had insisted she buy. He was eyeing her like a delicious meal and couldn't help himself. He jumped up and stole a quick kiss before laying back down in his required position. One hand behind his hand, he made a mocking wave with the other, indicating she was free to continue. She swallowed hard, sliding the lacy underwear down her legs. Grimmjow groaned, no matter how many times he saw her body, he'd still find her incredibly sexy. Especially in times like this when he could tell she was going so very much out of her comfort zone. He reached out again to pull her to his lap.

"Mhm." she mumbled with a headshake, biting her lip nervously as she knelt at the head of the bed. Taking a deep breath, she swung her leg over his face, looking down at him anxiously. He raised his aqua eyebrows and grinned, adjusting the two of them slightly, so her thighs were more firm against his face and him more centered below her. He started laying gentle kisses along her inner thigh.

"Princess…is this what was making you so nervous?" Grimmjow's throaty chuckle vibrated against her skin.

"I wasn't sure you'd like..this, but Rangiku said—"

He snorted "Sweetheart I'll tell you right now, if Tits recommends something, go for it." Orihime blushed and nodded. He wrapped his arms expertly around her thighs and pulled her closer, though she still strained to hold herself up a little. After inhaling deeply, he let his tongue trail her length, separating her folds as petite whimpers started to escape the woman. She was clutching her breasts back, watching intently for any sign he wasn't enjoying himself.

"Relax, woman," he murmured into her folds, "let yourself sit fully." Her eyes went wide. He could tell she was holding back? She tried to relax a little lower, chewing her lower lip.

A sharp sting hit her ass cheek, followed by his tight grip, pulling her tighter.

"More, dammit!" he commanded.

"I don't…I don't want to hurt you! I'm…heavy," she replied quietly.

He growled frustratingly at that and lost his patience. He could hear her damn mind over-thinking; he knew he could make her quiver, she just wasn't letting him! He grasped her thighs roughly and pulled down hard, forcing her knees to splay apart. She gasped, having to grab the headboard for support. Her entire sex completely flush against his face, 'oh god,' she thought, 'he's going to die!' She tried to voice her concerns, only for Grimmjow to dig his fingers painfully into her curves and begin sucking on her clit. Her worries melted away with his mouth exploring her fully. It didn't take long for him to work her into a dripping mess, which he was gratefully drowning in, lapping her with his wide tongue. When her body unconsciously ground against him, she heard a muffled "there ya go."

Orihime snapped. Moaning, she rolled her hips along his mouth. Her hands started rubbing her body, undoing her bra to release heaving chest. Glancing up, Grimmjow couldn't suppress his groan. He absolutely loved this phase, when she finally let go of her pointless insecurities and became the sex goddess only he knew. Orihime was shaking her head, eyes closed while she massaged her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her apex, smirking at her responding squeals.

She felt him getting antsy and looked over shoulder to see him stroking himself while he thoroughly ravished her. Seeing him pump himself made her stomach flip, she closed her eyes and rocked against his face. He responded with a hard suck, bringing her over the edge. Orihime's thighs clenched around his face, the mask pinching her inner thigh while she clung to his electric hair and rode his face through her orgasm.

Taking a minute to catch her breath, smiling down at him, him suckling on her inner thigh. She started to get off but he held her thighs.

"You're not done yet. Turn around." She cocked her head causing him to roll his eyes. He guided her so she was one her hands and knees over him, thighs still by his head but her staring down at his proud cock.

Realization hit, "Oh ok!" Orihime certainly knew what to do from here. Lightly holding his member she dragged her wet tongue up the length, before swirling around the tip. She closed her lips around the head, sucking steadily as she worked the rest of him into her mouth. Before long she was bobbing her head eagerly, her hair tickling his thighs.

Gripping her hips, he had to lean up, her torso being shorter than his, to place a long slow lick along her glossy folds. He felt her gasp, but she dutifully kept bobbing her head. Grimmjow held her asscheeks open for better access to swirl, suck, dip, and delve his tongue into her wetness. Distracted, his thumb absently grazed her rear entrance, sending a sudden shiver down her body that he felt around his cock. He grinned into her, realizing he very much liked that reaction and making the mental note to try it again later.

Orihime was giving her all; like she did every time, of course. He always loved her head, but being able to taste her at the same time? Delicious. He was groaning against her lips, he could feel his end coming. He drove two fingers into her and continued to gulp down her juices. She whimpered, pulling her hair to the side as she gripped and fervently pumped his shaft.

"Fuck, Hime," was her only warning before he thrust his hips and exploded, his seed landing on her neck and chest. His fingers dug into her hips, as he sucked her clit roughly, needing to feel her cum on his face again. He fumbled a hand along her body, quickly reaching her breasts and squeezing roughly. He rolled a nipple in his fingers, bringing her climax. Orihime moaned his name and rolled her hips into his face, having to grip the sheets tight for stability.

"Grimmjow…" she mused as she rolled off of him, one hand over her racing heart and the other landing above her head. Orihime licked her lips, trying to catch her breath, when she felt the bed shift. Grimmjow had quickly moved on top of her, grinning. He easily nestled his way between her legs.

Whispering darkly into her ear, "Time for round two."

.+.+.+.+.+.+.

Captain Hitsuguya and his lieutenant were in Karakura for the Soul Society's monthly Arrancar check-in. While they had been hesitant at first letting the destructive former Espada stay in the World of the Living, it did seem he was behaving, at least when around the human woman. Orihime, always delighted to see some of her best shinigami friends, had insisted on whipping….something….up to feed them. Toshiro just watched, increasingly bored, as the flighty women bounced around the kitchen. He just wanted to get on with the report, but there was no tearing Rangiku away, not now that she had helped herself to Jaegerjaquez's sake stash.

"Well, how did it go?" Rangiku asked, nudging the human. Orihime blushed furiously and covered her face, setting off another giggle fit between the women.

Grimmjow, having been rudely woken up from his catnap, stumbled into the kitchen, scratching his head. The presence of the two shinigami had jolted him awake, but he relaxed once he realized it was just the shrimpy captain and Tits. He gave a curt nod to Captain Hitsuguya before seeing the ladies whispering by the stove top. Suddenly awake, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Giving her more sex tips, Lieutenant?" Grimmjow asked with a playful grin as he leaned against the counter.

Orihime turned abruptly, mortified, with a reprimanding "Grimm-kun!" But her plea was drowned out by Rangiku's shrill laughter.

Hand on her hip, "Think you can handle any more, Arrancar?"


A/N: just a quick, fun lil porn without plot. I got the idea when Ariana Grande's 34 + 35 came on and the story wrote itself. I just love our sweet Hime learning new things and a very lighthearted, receptive Grimmy (who I know was pretty OOC, apologies)

Enjoy ~